author: UnderHerToes
Your breath as labored as Angelina's is faint, your eyes follow her wisp of a gesture, guiding you forward. Her arm falls and bumps against your leg, spurring you into stride. Carrying Angelina in arms of adrenalin, she feels weightless, floating in your hands as dust in the air stirs and resettles. Eyes ahead to open accomodations, you only feel the slightest undulations rumbling through Angelina's body as she coughs through waterfalls of dust from wooden boards overhead.
Gyrating through the narrow, skewed doorframe, an old mattress adorned in unmade cloth awaits Angelina. As you round the bent bedpost, an acute exclamation splits Angelina's lips. You lower her onto the bedsheets, and she immediately shrieks, convulsing in a dance akin to demonic possession. Her arms reach out, whirling wildly as hands clench, fingernails tear blankets. Her chest swells and sinks with each deep breath as her back arches high from the bedsurface, rolling and contorting in time with her screams. Angelina's legs, sheathed by tight netting and tall, thick boots feverishly kick through the air.
"Angelina!" you cry out while retreating to the wall. "Angelina, can you hear me!?" Watching as she continues her tormentous tussle, you wade through her screeching for familiar voice. "Angelina!?" you exclaim once more, now taking notice to the odd ballooning of her breast, the bulging of her belly. "Angelina, you're getting bigger!"
She rolls her head towards you, through sharp squeal, "Get out!" The chords of her corset snap, constricting her stomach no longer. Angelina accumulates her relief in warning, "Get out now! My clothes aren't," a groan rumbles through her as her leather boots tear free from her feet. "They aren't growing with me!"
You step toward the blooming behemoth expanding rapidly over the expanse of the queen size mattress when an idea ignites you, "I can just shrink you back to normal!" You frantically feel your pockets for the device while Angelina protests through strained moans and snapping of thick leather. Unsuccessful in your search, this time you scream, "Where is it!?"
Angelina answers immediately, "I had it! Now get out of here, I think I feel, oh, no!" The growing giantess undergoes another growth spurt, spreading her legs the length of the bedchamber. Her clothes nothing more now than loose drape over her privates, she struggles to keep herself covered through her continuing augmentation.
Realizing the time to escape is almost enclosed by Angelina's thighs, you call out, "Give me the damned device! I'll fix this! Where did you have it!?" You hesitate beside her widening hips, hoping to recover the machine.
"I think I'm sitting on it!" Angelina bellows. Her eyes catch your determination as you stare at her exposed skin, "Forget it! Hurry outside! I don't want you to get hurt!" Her back rises once more, her belly pushing the ceiling upwards. As a rain of dust pours from above, you have to act.
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